And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did

It’s Saturday, my favorite day of the week. The skies in Maryland continue to remain gray but that’s ok ~ it’s November. The work week was a short one due to the storm but I met my goals by the close of Friday, and was tired when I left the school for my drive home.

I don’t want my husband to see how tired I am sometimes because he would love to have a job and a purpose in life. I will admit that sometimes life is hard. But compared to what others are going through, this is a piece of cake. A piece of crumb cake.





Taken with my phone from my front walk yesterday morning as I left for work. It looked so much prettier on the cell phone screen. The sun was just coming up and my husband reminded me that when I went to work on Monday, it would look very different because on Saturday night, we set the clocks ahead. I mean, back. Oh, well.





Taken through my windshield coming up the driveway after a long day at work. Sometimes I wish this were our very own home, but then I would need to win the lottery to fix it up right.





I woke up at 6:30 this morning, thinking I would just stay up and get an early start on cleaning. But then I came to my senses and climbed back into bed. An hour later, the scent of (what I thought was) baking bread enticed me from my soft, warm bed and I made my way downstairs to find my husband baking cookies. That’s always a good sign.

But I was hoping it was bread.

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Yesterday after work, I filled up the car with the last of the gift cards given to me by my co-workers (bless them). Afterward, I waited in the line to make a left turn to the traffic light at the main highway, hoping I could stay awake for the short drive home. I ended up being the first car at the light. A big construction vehicle pulled up next to me as I searched for a radio station to keep me awake for the drive and found one playing Dire Strait’s Tunnel of Love. This tune immediately took me back in years to the first horse farm we ever lived on, when my husband and I were young and had our whole lives ahead of us. Mark Knopfler’s awesome guitar licks filled the car with the memories as I quietly mouthed some of the words to the sweetest part of the song. And as the light turned green, I looked to the right and was surprised see the construction worker smiling at me and *gasp* checking me out. I had no idea I was being observed and must have registered shock before I stepped on the gas pedal and zoomed away. He looked to be my son's age!

But that really is an awesome song.

Hope your Saturday is filled with things that make you glad. I plan on spending some quality time with my Miele. But that’s another story for another day, and not a very exciting one at that.



Update: Check out Karen at This Old House and her 24 Project. I love this.